Post by Addy A on May 8, 2024 23:35:53 GMT -5
Gleefully swirling the pink icing on the top of the cupcake she held in her right hand with the tip of left index finger, Adelaide Ainsworth’s mind was clouded by enough immature carnal thoughts that her normally stoic ‘tough-bitch’ facial expressions were being overtaken by an involuntary rising smile. Slowly she licked the sweet sugary paste from her finger with overly elaborate movements of her tongue. This was a rare moment of distraction for her, especially since, the Bigliani’s had returned to mentally torture her. This was a rare moment of happiness, an escape from the dark swirling abyss of her regular thoughts of self-doubt. Adelaide was a juxtaposition of humanity, for those that only saw her - they would think she was a cocky and oft aloof character who didn’t let the world affect her. This was evident in the devil may care, fuck you and the horse you rode exterior that she presented to everyone. This was a by-product of the experiences of her youth and upbringing. The truth, though, Adelaide was a desperately lonely person who sought the attention of anyone she could possibly allow her tendrils to entangle her acquaintances. This behaviour was toxic and inevitably led to the pushing away of anyone who she wanted to call a friend.
Taking the cupcake and licking the remaining icing from the top of the baked sponge cake in the little blue paper cup she was lost in time. One of those seemingly inconsequential instants that stop the bleakness from overtaking the light. Placing the now plain cake down on the table, next to the neatly wrapped box that was occupying the space prominently on the wooden surface, Adelaide’s smile washed from her face as the memories that box brought back was through the grey matter held behind her eyes and led to the return of those black entangling thoughts.
She cried silently.
Alone.
“As it comes to the time to dance with one of my best friends in this industry and certainly my best friend in the back in Action Wrestling right now.”
“I am not going to flinch.”
“But you already knew that, didn't you, Sara?”
“The days we had in Mexico are some stories that even Larry Flint wouldn’t publish for fear of retribution. The things I saw you do - Pornhub would be afraid to display. Yet, despite all of that our friendship - it goes out the window - bell to bell. Either side of that metallic ‘ting’ we can drink vodka, do lines of blow and trade war stories. But on the canvas, gurl. I’m putting you down like Ol’ Yeller.”
“Family or not. There is not a hope in hell that I will allow you to take this, my Cruiserweight Title from me.”
“Sorry, babe.”
“It’s just like that.”
“I am not going to flinch.”
“But you already knew that, didn't you, Sara?”
“The days we had in Mexico are some stories that even Larry Flint wouldn’t publish for fear of retribution. The things I saw you do - Pornhub would be afraid to display. Yet, despite all of that our friendship - it goes out the window - bell to bell. Either side of that metallic ‘ting’ we can drink vodka, do lines of blow and trade war stories. But on the canvas, gurl. I’m putting you down like Ol’ Yeller.”
“Family or not. There is not a hope in hell that I will allow you to take this, my Cruiserweight Title from me.”
“Sorry, babe.”
“It’s just like that.”
He was stuffing the naked cupcake into his face, as she walked out of the bathroom with nothing but a white towel wrapped around her waist. Her brunette locks were still dripping wet and stuck firmly to the head and resting on her shoulders as she laid eyes on him in her house, once again uninvited.
“Fucking gimp, trust you to be a cupcake eater.” spat Adelaide Ainsworth.
Her words grabbed his attention, as he choked the last of the cake. His eyes gave away the fact that he still found her body attractive despite the toxic aura that bridged the room between the two of them.
“Was wondering when you would finish washing the stink off you, Adelaide.” snorted Joey Bigliani, wiping the last of the crumbs away from his mouth, his stare fixated firmly on her nearly naked body.
“Ain’t never washing your stink off.” she retorted with a certain air of immaturity.
He shakes his head, avoiding response, knowing that if he did, time would turn into a seemingly infinite parade of back and forth insults.
“Sure, Addy,” his tone was dismissive. “But where is the money?” Joey pushed.
It was the missing money that kept Adelaide alive. Well one of the reasons, that and the sick sense of revenge that Joey wanted to extract upon her. Tormenting her existence until he was bored of the game.